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The child in me writes day and night 🌃
But I say to you!
Yes you reading this!
We have but hands to write!
We have but eyes for sight!
But I say to you!
Yes you reading this!
We have but words!
We have but time!
Effortless effortless time!
But I say to you!
Yes you reading this!
How could one not be!
A writer of such!
To leave for a history!
Take my wonders!
Take my tales!
Take my story's!
Take the veil!
But I say to you!
Yes you reading this!
How could one not be!
Take what is of me!
For what am I?
For what is my life?
For what is my purpose?
I ask you.
But I say to you!
Yes you reading this!
To write on paper my only true wish.
Yes you reading this!
We have but hands to write!
We have but eyes for sight!
But I say to you!
Yes you reading this!
We have but words!
We have but time!
Effortless effortless time!
But I say to you!
Yes you reading this!
How could one not be!
A writer of such!
To leave for a history!
Take my wonders!
Take my tales!
Take my story's!
Take the veil!
But I say to you!
Yes you reading this!
How could one not be!
Take what is of me!
For what am I?
For what is my life?
For what is my purpose?
I ask you.
But I say to you!
Yes you reading this!
To write on paper my only true wish.
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